Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by JFA. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Index,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.